A Long Way Home Post #2

Chapter 11 Pg 95
“My entire body went into shock. Only my eyes moved, slowly opening and closing. I tried to shake my legs to get the blood flowing, but I fell to the ground, holding my face. On the ground I felt as if my eyes were growing too big for their sockets. I could feel them expanding, and the pain released my body from the shock. I ran towards the house. Without any fear I went inside and looked around the smoke filled rooms. The floor was filled with heaps of ashes; no solid form of a body was inside. I screamed at the top of my lungs and began to cry as loudly as I could, punching and kicking with all my might into the weak walls that continued to burn”
                This stood out to me from the book because of the sheer emotion I felt when I read it. Up to this point of the book there was little to no hope for Ishmael but with recent news he finds that his family is alive and barely holding back he hurries to find them, only to find that the rebels had just attacked the city and no one was left alive. As he moves towards the hut where his family once lived he loses all control and what little hope existed is now gone and his emotion in this moment was so strong because of all that has happen to this point to have his family yet again taken from him because of the rebels is heart breaking. In my own life I have never been in a situation where I have ever come close to losing my family and certainly not in a circumstance such as this. I cannot imagine how Ishmael must have felt having gone threw it twice.